Every day, the clear river flows forward slowly. An ancient and famous town is divided into the north and south sides by it. The ship master was crossing the mother river in a boat. It was said that his history was as old as this market. At the beginning of the formation of this small town, Du is as small and quiet as the small town. At first, there was no other reward except that several fellow villagers occasionally rolled a local cigarette for him. But he still wrote poems as clear as water for this mother river silently day after day. Gradually, the small town went to Shengrong. Due to the increasing number of people who may need transition, the number of ships crossing the mother river began to increase day by day. Every day from sunrise to sunset, from dusk to dawn, the ship master began to sleep on the ship. Landscape still. The bottom of the river is more and more clean and deeper. The rocks buried by the sinking sand are stretching out from the bottom of the river like bamboo shoots. Through the clear river, people can clearly see the rocks at the bottom of the river standing at the bottom of the water, like a small stone forest. With the decrease of riverbed sand, some of the ships that used to ferry began to wash the riverbed for the needs of the small town. Every dusk, the ships on both sides of the north and south of the ferry berth and rest. Until midnight, the light would not go out, and the pedestrian decided to say: this is Xiaogang. Du is becoming a little old by the small town, and the ferry seems to be shrinking. No, that is the towering buildings on both sides of the ferry disturbing people’s sight. In fact, small towns are becoming the center of everything for people. Many people are increasingly unable to carry the burden and walk. They have begun to sail far away by boat, and the ferry has become the starting point of people’s new life. The ship master gradually felt that the ships of himself and his partners could not meet the needs of people. As a result, he took out his savings for many years, no longer used the traditional rocking slurry type, but replaced it with a motor boat with a motor. As soon as his boat appeared, people passing by on the ferry also felt convenient and time-saving. Those who rushed to the early gathering also took the back of baskets and baskets, we began to carry one load after another. Over time, light had appeared on the rough rock surface of the ferry. Soon, some people began to peddle at the ferry. The stone on both sides of the ferry which had been polished and lustrous had also become the witness stone of the development history of the ferry and the town. Du, no longer lonely. The roar of factories in the small town, the sound of motor boats and the peddlers of the crowd mixed together into a happy symphony. In the early morning, the clear river continued to flow forward slowly. The ship master started the motor of the ship again and began to write newer and more beautiful poems on the mother river at the ferry.

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